Journey
of Discovery
By
Victoria Mystere
Edited
by Studbound
Chapter Six
Friday had been tiring and Howard was looking forward to a quiet evening at home. He knew something was different when he walked into the house -- it was deathly quiet. Shedding his suit coat, he placed it over one of the kitchen chairs when he saw the note.
"Howard, This will be your night of submission. If you are still interested there are some specific things that you must do. By following these commands, you will be acknowledging your desire to be my submissive for the evening.
1. You will only be referred to as Sub. You have no other name for the evening.
2. You must take a shower and shave. It would not do to have a submissive who is unprepared.
3. I want you to put on the items I have placed on the bed. Except for those items, you are to be naked.
4. You must put on the blindfold and wait on your knees by the bed with
your hands hooked behind you and your ankles hooked until I come for you.
To end the evening, all you have to do is say is, "Red." This could be
the evening you have been dreaming of -- it's up to you. So, Sub, do the
best you can -- it will be worth your time.
Love, Lillian"
Howard dropped the printed note to the table and felt his erection rising. He undressed quickly and went into the shower. So far there was no sign of Lillian. He wanted to look in the bedroom, in fact he had even tried the door, but it was locked. After he had shaved he opened the bathroom door. Looking down the hall he could see that the door to bedroom was open. His erection, which had nearly disappeared, suddenly sprung to life. He returned to the bathroom and dried his hair.
Finished, he walked into the bedroom and looked at the bed. His eyes grew wide when he saw the cuffs and collar. Rushing to the bed he retrieved the items and quickly attached them. Finishing with the cuffs, he retrieved the collar. He placed it around his neck. The leash dragged in front of him and he pulled it to see what it would feel like. The last item on the bed was a commercial blindfold in black cotton. Taking the elastic bands, he stretched them over his head. Pausing momentarily, he hooked his feet together. He then placed his hands behind him and after several false trials, managed to hook them together. Leaning toward the bed, he rubbed the blindfold into place, sat back on his legs, and waited for her to come.
After the shower stopped running, Lillian moved from the bedroom to the computer room. The day had been one of the most fun in her memory. She and Barb had gone to one of the cheap shoe stores and found a pair of black leather pumps for her to purchase. While the heels were not of the six inch variety, they were over three inches and when she put them on she was a little over six feet tall. They caused her calves to tighten and shaped her legs marvelously. The next stop had been the lingerie store where she had purchased dark nylons and black satin gloves. While she was at it, she purchased a pair of black crotchless panties. Her outfit was complete and she looked forward to the evening's entertainment.
She stood outside of the door to the bedroom until she heard the clink of the hooks attaching the cuffs together. She peeked around the corner of the room and saw Howard sitting on his legs with his hands bound behind him. She went back to the computer room and closed the door. Sitting in the large chair she watched the clock. After ten minutes, she rose and returned to the bedroom. She looked at him. Then quietly she teased, "What's the matter, are you scared?"
"No, just excited."
"That's the way I want you to be."
As directed, he was naked except for the cuffs around his ankles and wrists, the collar and leash around his neck, and the belt that he held in his right hand. She locked the cuffs into place. When she was done his wrists were tightly locked into the cuffs and he could not even move the cuffs around without exerting a great amount of effort.
"Place your hands behind your back, Sub."
He complied and she locked the cuffs to each other. The belt, which he still held in his right hand was removed and he felt it placed around his upper arms, above his elbows. She pulled it tight and buckled it. Standing back she examined his arm bondage to see if it was tight -- it was. He felt the blindfold next and he had a difficult time maintaining his balance as she moved it into place. "Okay, Sub, turn around and face me."
His chest stuck out from the constrictive bondage she had placed his arms in and she moved close to him and kissed him passionately. He staggered backwards and nearly fell. With a hand behind his back she steadied him. Moving away, she took her hands and began pinching his nipples. Staggering again, he moaned softly. She took the right nipple in her mouth and sucked it hard. His erection was nearly obscene as she continued her ministrations. Her other hand took his penis and began to stroke it softly. After less than twenty strokes she stopped and removed her hand. Her lips remained in place for a moment and then these too were gone. He felt alone and abandoned.
"Follow me." She said as she took the leash in hand and jerked it softly. Howard had no choice but to comply and he followed as she moved to other side of the room. She took his nipples between her thumbs and first fingers and pinched. She pinched until the pain was strong and then forced him back. His fingers ran into the metal post of the weight lifting machine and he gasped -- it was cold. She took the leash and tied it tightly to the machine behind his head. He could not bend down or even move from side to side without forcing himself to choke. She bent down fastened the ankle cuffs to each other.
The hood was placed over his head and tightened securely. Standing motionless, his mind was racing over the possibilities of what would happen next. Her lips met his and they kissed -- a deep soul-sharing kiss -- and he felt complete in his bondage. He longed to hold her in his arms, but he could not. He longed to see her face -- but he could not. All he could do was stand at attention and wait for whatever she had in mind to begin.
He felt her lips close over the glans of his penis. Her tongue darted around the corona and he tried to move -- he could not. Faster and faster her tongue moved over his penis and he felt as if he were about to come. She stopped her movement and after a moment removed her lips from his organ. The night air coming in the through the open window caressed his penis and it felt cold. He thought that it was the same heightened sensation a person feels when they wet their finger to see which way the wind was blowing. She moved closer again and kissed him. The thought that her lips had just touched his penis never entered his mind. He had to do what she demanded.
She stopped kissing him and he felt his nipples being pinched again -- only this time hard. She used her fingernail of her first finger and her thumb. Kissing him as hard as she could, she pinched each nipple until he gasped and writhed in pain. Suddenly all sensation was gone and he was alone in his bondage. He heard her move closer and felt her warm body as she leaned against him. Standing with their bodies in contact for long moments, she finally whispered in his ear, "Tell me if anything hurts . . . too much. Nod if you understand."
He nodded.
She played with his nipples, attaching nipple clamps. He moaned in the pleasure. She let him stand for a long while. Then she took him to the bedroom and laid him on the bed. Lifting his legs she released the ankle cuffs. With quick motions she tied them to the bedposts with rope. He could hear her as she moved to front of the bed and repeated the actions with his wrists. Satisfied that he could not move, she released the clamps.
The pain from the blood rushing into his nipples was intense and he grimaced -- silently. For a moment she lay on top of him kissing him gently. She rose and went to the dresser and returned with the vibrator. Plugging it into the wall she turned it on to the slowest setting. The first contact with the machine was on his nipples. First one, then the other. The vibrations caused the mild pain to intensify and he moaned in pleasure. She mounted the bed and rested along side of him. He heard the machine begin to vibrate more quickly and then listened as the sound diminished. He could only assume she was using the vibrator for her own pleasure. She grabbed his penis and began fondling it. First she would be gentle, but this soon gave way to increasing pressure. Time and again he felt her squeeze as the vibrations intensified and she began to softly moan. Finishing her fourth orgasm, Lillian mounted Howard and began the slow dance that would steadily quicken until ending in the culmination of their sexual being.
She closed her eyes and didn't even look at her husband as he lay there bound for her pleasure. Within minutes she felt him go limp under her. Resting momentarily, she sighed and kissed him. Rolling off, she lay by his side and stroked her fingers over his chest. Howard, exhausted, lay secure in his bondage.
Rising, she started removing her leather corset. The bowknot slipped loose easily and she started loosening the tight-fitting garment. When she reached the bottom, she slid it over her hips and stepped out. Placing it in her dresser she then removed the stockings. Finished, she headed for the shower.
Howard, alone and immobile had no choice but to wait for her to remove his bonds. His eyes closed and he tried to remember how it felt. The experience of moving beyond the normal realm of sexual experience into the stratosphere of submission was a new experience. The time was needed to adjust his perceptions to a new reality.
It was his fantasy. And he felt it was as good as he had imagined. Better! The time drifted to a stop as he listened to the shower being turned off. In a few minutes a new sound -- the sound of a hair dryer -- filled his ears. He was still hopelessly bound to the bed. His arms and legs were stretched tightly. His head was covered with a heavy leather hood and the collar around his neck was secure enough to never let him forget it was there.
When he tried to move his head, he managed to drag the leash across his chest. The pain reminded him of what he had just experienced and he smiled. It wasn't actually a smile for the feeling was a lot more complex than that. To outward appearances it would seem to be a grimace of pain. That was part of it as well.
Lying in the dark listening to the distant drone of the hair dryer he went through stages of wonder: 'Would she come and release him? Would she keep him tied up for later use? Would she want to do this again? Did he want her to do it again?' The answers to the questions were simply unknown. As he lay there he thought that the interesting part of the equation was that he didn't even know which answer he preferred. Part of him wanted the night to end -- immediately. He was satisfied and anything beyond what he had experienced was simply not desirable. In fact, after the orgasm, he wanted release and wanted it badly. Yet, there was a secret part of him, one he wasn't aware existed prior to tonight, that longed for the evening to continue. Already he could feel himself being aroused once more. The feelings of being isolated in his bondage exited him. He understood that now -- but it still scared him. Fear, cold fear was too part of the equation.
When he felt the locks being removed from the cuffs, he knew the night was over. It was a bittersweet feeling but one that was not entirely unwelcome. When his wrists were free he moved his hands to the hood and began fussing with the Velcro closures. Soon it was released and he felt the cool evening breeze through the window on his hot skin. Drenched in sweat and feeling unlike he had ever felt before, he got off the bed. Lillian had removed his ankle cuffs and the only thing left in place was the collar. "Do you want me to take the collar off?"
"I don't know. Do you want to take it off?"
"Doesn't matter to me. I guess it was fun but it is over. But, suit yourself."
"Leave it on then. It feels good, somehow."
"I think you had better take a shower. I have never seen you sweat so much and quite frankly, you smell."
Dutifully, Howard padded to the shower and stepped in. When the first
beads of hot water hit his nipples he was flabbergasted -- the feelings
began all over again. Trying to ignore them, be proceeded with the rest
of the shower.
story continues in Journey of Discovery 7 by Victoria Mystere - Edited
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